When Analisa heard the knock, she went hastily to the door, knowing it was most likely that Ernie would not be as she remembered him, but getting her hopes up all the same. She opened it quickly, a little taken aback that Ernie was still much younger than she remembered him (at least ten years, she surmised), but at least he wasn't a child anymore.
"Hi there," she said, giving a small smile of her own, but unable to help her slight disappointment. "And -- it's not your fault, is it?" she asked as she opened the door more and let him in, taking the tea from him. "I mean, I suppose if you could control it, you wouldn't choose to be eleven, would you?" It was more of a musing than anything. "Thank you for coming," she told him.